Endless Dread

Endless Tread

“Mine not to feel hate,

Nor retribute crime. 

Though at my approach the guilty flee. 

Not mine to just __ be,

Nor ever still, as lake on a spring mourn.

Or as last even's dusk before the dread of night. 

But If you were to meet

All people, for just a moment- span-

Then I would you and you would me. 

Neither staying long enough to acquaint. 

But ever the bringer of a pivotal movement 

Most filled with the pain of regret 

For destined are we,

Though you often forget.

In a given land and at a given time

Mine, to rip and sear,

To take you from a place you call home and your own. 

To a place where the leisure of rhyme, cannot cut. 

When your sustenance is done 

Then you will see me

And know that your time has come. 

For then will cease your hearts drum. 

But until then my friend,

Remember, and let that remembering be for profit 

That though we be destined. 

How you choose to live,

Is how we shall meet. 

And do not pity me. 

For by HIS grace

I will be freed and death will take me. 

But not before

I rip and sear 

And take you for my own.”

Death

(C) Shafeesthoughts 1st December 2018

Another version of another rhyme